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“Hey, wait!” An older gentlemen in black pants and a button-down shirt who must be the bank’s security officer ran at them.
“WEST Protection,” Judd called. “We’re after a man who came into the bank. Stay back!”
Shouts of “call the cops” followed them as they ran down a hallway. A woman stood there, her face ghostly pale.
Jaren felt his own blood drain from his face as he nudged by her and stepped up to the doorway.
What he saw inside that room had his gut clenching in fear. Trinny was locked against a man.
And he had a gun to her head.
Her stare collided with Jaren’s. God, those beautiful eyes actually appeared calm and cool.
Or detached.
He knew the signs of dissociation, and she was definitely not connected to this moment. Who could blame her? With any luck, she’d block the entire matter out of her mind.
He jumped into the room, weapon trained on the man. Every impulse in him told him to take action and think later.
And for the first time in the months since the incident with the congressman’s daughter, Jaren didn’t have to question if he was making the right decision.
“Matt Dom, I presume?”
Trinny’s chest heaved, which caused the steel barrel of the gun to rub against her temple.
Jaren’s heart damn near stopped.
“Your bodyguard showed up, Trinity. Or should I say your lover? You know, your mother liked to slum too.”
“Yeah, with you!” she shot out.
Jaren narrowed his eyes on her, urging her to remain quiet and let him handle this. One slip of the man’s finger on that trigger…
She didn’t stay quiet, though. “You were ambitious and used people to climb some social ladders, but you were really taking their money and using it to build yourself up. How many people work for you helping you ‘get people what they want?’ Or would you rather I call you The Broker?”
Jaren felt a hook in the chest and a few feet away from him, Judd seemed to give a similar response.
“You killed people!” Trinny continued to shoot accusations, but Jaren’s focus was on the man’s hand and how it shook. He had to make a move—now, before it was too late.
He tapped a finger against his thigh, hoping his brother saw.One, two…
He lunged for the man holding Trinny. Dom swung the gun from her temple and squeezed off a shot at Jaren, but he was already firing a round into the guy’s chest, throwing him back against the wall.
Judd grabbed Trinny and made a break for it while Jaren stood over The Broker. “I could have put that bullet through your heart, but I didn’t. I want you alive long enough to confess toallyour crimes.”
“Jaren!” Trinny’s cry ripped at his heartstrings, and he pivoted toward the door to see Judd struggling to hold her back.
“Get her safe and I’ll meet you outside!” he bit off to his brother.
The last thing he saw before Judd picked Trinny up and carried her out of there was her eyes, burning into his with all the emotion he had feared he would never get to see again.
With his weapon aimed at the bleeding man on the floor, he fought to keep his fury at bay. “What I wouldn’t give to kill you now. For hurting all those people. Including my family and the woman I love.”
Dom’s mouth worked open and closed in shock.
“Tell me, was it personal? Against the Abels? Did you set out to ruin our business and go after the women we love?”
A gleam came into the man’s eye as Jaren’s question pierced through the pain he must be experiencing. Not nearly enough pain to make Jaren happy, though. If he had his way the man would endure a hell of a lot more and even that would never make up for what he’d done, probably including things they had yet to learn.
